Great news! I've completed my 36th year as of today without dying. Go me! I now advance to the next level. Some chicks are a little shy regarding their age but not me. I consider it a score. I'm 36 today and I am kicking the asses of 7-year-olds everywhere. It's probable I've inherited the Provost genes for longevity and I eat a lot of yogurt, so you can try to keep up but I'll most likely be declaring victory over most of you in another 50 or so years.
Today has been a nice day, primarily because it did not include my going to work. Sarah did appear in our room at 4:30AM loudly, repeatedly requesting that I get up and make her macaroni and cheese, but you take these things in stride when you're a mommy. ("Mommy - it's dark! Hungry mommy!") Jeremiah and I went to lunch, alone, at our favorite pub, The Brickstore, and the manager, Kelly, gifted me a Corsendonk Christmas ale. I love her. Here's a grainy phone photo of me celebrating my beer and its freeness. So happy. I'm wearing a turtleneck, and I think it makes my head look like it's floating above the body of a mime.
I still haven't opened my gift from the perceptive and creative Jeremiah, so I'm going to wrap this nonsense up and gets ta rippin'.